Psalms 30
1 The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on me.
A Psalm. A Song at the blessing of the House. Of David. I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me.
2 Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.
3 Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)
O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead. (Sheol h7585)
4 Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.
5 For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
6 Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.
7 Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.
Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.
8 Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
9 What profit is in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?
What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?
10 The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.
Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
11 Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse.
By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;
12 That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.
So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.
